1. I honestly don’t even know if that title makes sense, but it seems pretty rad.

2. I crunch ice all day. I’m sorry, oh great dentist of mine, but its true. Eventually, you’ll be seeing me for a cracked tooth.

3. I use a straw when I crunch ice. I am all out of my favorite neon-colored bendy straws, so today, I have to use a plain white straw with a red stripe. No bend. No flexibility. No fun. Poo.

4. The imposter straw is freaking me out. I am truly a creature of habit.

5. I obsess over ice.

6. Ice.

7. Now that the Northern Virginia weather has decided to literally freeze a witch’s tit (go ahead, get offended), my ice crunching has turned me into a heroin-type addict. I have started bundling up in a blanket while crunching away, my sunken eyes peering from right to left, daring anyone to steal my ice.

8. Snuggies are really beginning to appeal to me. I wonder if I can tie dye them.

9. I yelled at The Husband last week for forgetting to turn the ice maker back on. He laughed at me. Enabler.

10. I have also asked The Husband’s opinion about why bagged ice is so much crunchier than freezer ice. He laughed at me. Again.

So, that’s it. Crunch.